Says John, ‘I think I Captain Buckett know;
‘His uncle’s Tub the Brewer, I’ve no doubt,—
‘Old Buckett lives in Faringdon Without.’
Soon recogniz’d—the Morn began to break;
His Captain begg’d he’d half a biscuit take:
‘Eat it, my boy, and mind what I shall say,
‘I’m sure we shall have pepp’ring work to Day;
‘And drink this Rum, for I’m apt to think
‘We shall have more to do than eat and drink.’
And he was right; in truth they soon did hear—